Chapter 10 #4
“Shhh. You love her. She’s your mother, your only family. It’s fine.” Her legs wound around his hips and her fingers wound through his hair as she shook her head.
“Soph?”
“Shhh, we should be quiet.”
“I know, but listen,” Jesse stilled her fingers as they pulled his zipper down. “What I said downstairs? I know it was a mistake to blurt it out, but I would, you know.”
“Would what?”
“I would love it if you were in my family. Some day?” He shrugged his sinewy shoulders under her hands. “Too quick, probably, but I feel like I’ve been waiting to find you and I don’t want to lose you. I feel like you fit.”
There was frantic, silent kissing as she sheathed him inside, her panties pulled to the side as he buried his cock to the hilt, smothering her relieved moans in his neck.
“We do fit,” she breathed out as they moved together.
This was an act of need, bodies missing one another and demanding simple completion.
Later it could be fancy. Tomorrow night could be creative.
And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow... for him, it could be a literal eternity of chances.
In his family. Family.
Her mind was spiraling in pleasure and losing track of words as their bodies rocked together, his coarse curls rubbing her clit, setting her off. He took her breathless, orgasmic scream and buried it with his own groan.
They rolled apart for a second before they spooned, her smaller body curling into a tight C in front of him as his arms wrapped around her waist.
“I have a family. I love them. I never felt like I didn’t fit in with them,” Sophie murmured.
“I didn’t mean that you’d leave them. Not like you’d abandon them,” Jesse whispered into her shoulder.
“I never will. They never abandoned me, either. But you know what?” She tilted her head back, smiling into his eyes.
“Tell me, Gorgeous?”
“I think I’d fit into your family in a different way.”
“You would!”
In silence, they snuggled down, the idea of fifteen minutes forgotten.
As Sophie drifted off to sleep, she heard Jesse’s whisper. “Mom’s just part of my family. The people who watch your back, who help you, make you whole... that’s family.”
TANGLED THOUGHTS OF family chased Sophie through her slumbers.
Her birth family— who were they? What were they?
Jesse flitted through her dream, dressed like Bela Lugosi.
It wasn’t a convincing look. He was too handsome.
Mr. Minegold appeared, more like a young Rex Harrison, his hand on Jesse’s shoulder.
“Father!”
“Son!”
“You two aren’t related,” Dream Sophie protested.
“We are related by bonds of blood. Isn’t that a family?” Mr. Minegold asked, his American accent vanishing, revealing something more guttural, or was it Slavic?
She shook her head on the pillow and in her dream. The veil between awake and asleep was thinning.
“The young lady isn’t afraid to join us. She’s already making herself at home,” Mr. Minegold’s smile was curiously fixed, neither warm nor cold.
“She’s more like us than she’d like to admit,” Jesse shed his cape and reappeared in his Antonia hoodie and track pants.
“I can’t be like you. I’m alive,” Sophie reminded them. “Vampires can’t make babies.”
“Well... not two vampires,” Mr. Minegold sighed and slipped out of sight.
SOPHIE’S EYELIDS SLIT open slowly. The room was bathed in dull pink light. Sunrise? Sunset? She grabbed behind her. The other side of the bed was empty. She sat up and realized she’d been lovingly tucked under the covers, but Jesse wasn’t beside her.
Bad guest! Bad guest, bad girlfriend, horrible first impression, oh no, oh crap! A torrent of panic coursed through her as she sat and scrambled into clothes.
Raking her fingers through her hair and checking her phone she saw that it was early in the morning, just before six. She’d slept almost nine hours! As she ducked her head out into the hallway, she saw Jesse’s door swing open. His phone was pressed to his ear.
“Don’t worry, Alvin. I’ll have all the paperwork to the firm by the first of the month. Yes. Wonderful. Happy holidays to you, too.” He put the phone back in the pocket of his sweats.
“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry,” Sophie whispered, creeping closer. “I must have been worked up about meeting your mom and wanting to make a good impression. Does she hate me? I slept through dinner!”
“She thought it was cute and it gave her a perfect chance to grill me mercilessly. Want coffee, Babe?”
“I want a bathroom and a shower,” Sophie laughed softly.
Jesse’s eyes briefly matched the reddish glow coming from behind the curtains. “Would you like to use mine? I could join you?”
“Uhh...”
“For the shower part,” Jesse clarified, making them both smile.
“What about your mother?”
His face fell briefly. “She’s going to bed a little earlier and getting up a little later these days.”
Sophie followed him into his bedroom, which was larger than she’d expected. He had his “office” set up with piles of paper, a fax and printer, and his open laptop. He shut it and gestured to the small ensuite bathroom. “I didn’t bring my shampoo or anything,” she whispered, freezing in the doorway.
“I’ll get it for you. I don’t have to come in.
I just thought... I don’t know. You make me want to try all kinds of romantic things.
Bathing together seems like it would be fun.
Taking you out to fancy dinners. Listening to you play, getting my own private concert.
” His eyes stayed red, not with bloodlust, but carnal lust.
“I think about you like that, too.” Sophie licked her lips.
For years, she had stubbornly denied an interest in romance and sexual matters.
Within weeks, she felt like a lustful fire had developed inside of her and Jesse held all the matches.
“I thought about you eating donuts off of me yesterday and... that’s probably really weird and gross and— where are you going? ”
“We have a donut left and you’re about to get in the shower. Can you think of a better time?” With that, he was gone.
Sophie giggled and shook her head. This guy was perfect for her. It didn’t matter “what” he was.
“HOT WATER DOES SOMETHING for me,” Jesse confessed, stepping in beside her.
“Turns you on?” she hinted, knowing that her new favorite look on Jesse was “wet.” Water beaded up on his chest and shoulders and made his slick, dark curls turn into a mass of glossy ringlets.
“Not before you joined me in it. No, I noticed that it helps with the whole ‘vampire’ thing. If I stand in it long enough, I feel hotter. More like normal body temp.”
Sophie found her head shaking. “I don’t care about that. I don’t care what you are or what your temperature is. Besides, I run cold, too.”
“Let’s warm each other up,” Jesse coaxed, pulling her to his chest.
Sophie gasped as he scooped her up easily, resting her at his waist. Her legs instantly wrapped around him as her arms went around his neck. “You’re strong.”
“And fast. Vampire package.” Jesse grinned up at her, but his grin faded as he noticed her frown. “Oh, I won’t be too fast,” he reassured.
“I’m fast, too. I don’t show people, but I can run, really run when I want to.
I’m colder than most humans. Paler than most humans.
Jesse...” Her lower lip tucked nervously under her top teeth.
“What do you think I am? For real? I know I’m a human, but I’m not just a human.
I’m done pretending, at least with you.”
His eyes burned into hers as his hand gripped the back of her neck possessively. “You’re my girl. You’re my lover. I don’t know what the ‘term’ for you is. I’ll help you find out if you want. I know lots of people with lots of powers. Do you want to know?”
Fear was a fleeting beast in his arms. “Will you... Will you love me anyway?”
“Forever. Or as near as we get.”
“Oh, God, Jess...” she trailed off as his lips worked over her hot, wet throat, down over a breast, capturing a nipple. She felt rather than saw when his fangs slid down, sharp prickles on her skin. Her pussy pulsed eagerly and she gyrated pointedly against his wet torso.
In silence, their mouths busy, he slid her down onto his rigid cock, filling her to the hilt in a new position.
The world seemed to shimmer as pleasure like she’d never known before coursed through her. Pressed up tight and full like this, she felt like her pussy was going to burst. Then he started to move in a low, slow grinding motion, circling them together.
It was a good thing the shower and the bathroom fan were noisy. They helped muffle her gasping screams.
“CAN WE WAKE UP LIKE this every day?” Jesse turned the hot water off. There was no heat left in it at that point.
“Only if you keep donuts in stock.” Sophie limped to his bed.
Jesse didn’t, walking nude from the shower to his desk to check the printer. His semi-stiff cock swung proudly, making her mouth water. As she contemplated another tryst, she heard a door bang down the hall.
Sophie pulled her towel more tightly around her and reached for her suitcase. “Today, I promise I’ll be the perfect guest. We can spend all day with your mom if you want?”
“Actually, I was hoping we could grab some lunch with the man who’s become like a second father to me,” Jesse smiled. “Maybe he can help you find the answers you’re looking for.”
Sophie swallowed and forced a smile. “Okay. Sure. Let’s have lunch with Mr. Minegold.”